Why does silence visit me?
in my lonely days with me.
My mind brings back the events,
in my solitaire mood it paints
then silence tip toed and come
disturbing my mind in bond.
I drove him away out,
yet it insists and pretends to shout,
he had all the world to stay about,
he gently spread in my lonely room,
encompassing me to desire the doom,
and promise me to replace my groom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this short poem. I myself have found prfound contemplation in silence. Edmund